Category Archives: can’t be sure

A quintessential Indie track, with a quintessential English rose vocal, courtesy of Harriet Wheeler. Released in the deep dark winter of 1989, this track was a shard of piercing white light, flooding indie student bedsits with summer warmth and dreamy hazy sunshine. *Sigh* Although it managed a respectable #45 in the UK charts (we were still fighting the Indie Wars then, when getting The Wonderstuff to no.36 in the charts was an achievement), it deserved to be no.1, though it did make no.1 in John Peels festive fifty of that year, which is much more of an achievement anyway.

give me a story and give me a bedgive me possessionsoh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfireit’s good to have something to live for you’ll findlive for tomorrowlive for a job and a perfect behind, high timeEngland my country the home of the free, such miserable weatherbut England’s as happy as England can bewhy cry

and did you know desire’s a terrible thingthe worst that I could findand did you know desire’s a terrible thingbut I rely on mine, a-ah

England my country the home of the free, such miserable weatherbut England’s as happy as England can bewhy cry

and did you know desire’s a terrible thingthe worst that I could findand did you know desire’s a terrible thingbut I rely on minedid you know desire’s a terrible thingit makes the world go blindbut if desire, desire’s a terrible thingyou know that I really don’t mind

and it’s my lifeand though I can’t be sure what I want any moreit will come to me laterwell it’s my life…. and it’s my lifeand though I can’t be sure if I want any moreit will come to me later… ah, yeah